Wednesday, 10 June 2015

Sure


The freesia paper blows 
Underneath the window sill
A deep breath
Time passing petals
Heart beats in the air
Ding dong
Ding dong
We all fall down

We woke up to the queen

Dress in the corner 
Where no one can see 
The blemishes and stains

The flowers look pretty  
Says Alice
Carefully looking away
We put them in a chipped cup
Added water
A little lopsided though
Her tiny fingers try and straighten them up
Like erecting toy soldiers all in a row 

We’re not very good at many things pretty

She rubs her tummy
See how the letters change
When the sun shines the paper
Like magic and cake

Not today Alice
She sighs
Well, everything good takes times to grow

Confidence stars sugar and light 
Rainbows flowers blue cotton coat 
Skin bones teeth hair
Love

I draw in magnolia 
Breathe out freesias 
Like the sea in her eternal rocking
Keeping her child 
Safe shore sure

The letters fall like cherries
From the tree 

Ten star pennies
Strung up like puppets
Strung out like candles

Wishes and kisses
Sweet Williams and thyme
A touch of cumulus
Bitumen and lime
Swirled in our cup
Taken down
With time

Foxgloves are heady and make you forget
Along with the tincture she whispers 

You won't find what you need underground

Time waits upstairs 
Quick sticks
Up we go
It waits for no one 
You know.
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  1. Sanaa Rizvi10 June 2015 at 04:31

    Up we go
    It waits for no one
    You know.

    Loved the closing lines to this exquisite piece.. time certainly does not wait for us to catch up.. rather it passes back with the blink of an eye.. it is we who must walk in step with time..Beautifully penned.. :D

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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    1. Jae Rose10 June 2015 at 05:35

      Thank you very much Sanaa...thankfully i have a little companion to hurry me along when needed ;)

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    2. Sanaa Rizvi10 June 2015 at 06:00

      You're most welcome Jae :D

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  2. Mary10 June 2015 at 04:39

    Everything good takes time to grow indeed! Good to keep that in mind.
    I like the idea that time waits upstairs -- somewhere always just a little out of reach!

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    1. Jae Rose10 June 2015 at 05:36

      Yes - exactly.. just how many stairs are there! Thank you kindly Mary...and a peaceful Wednesday to you

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  3. Old Egg10 June 2015 at 05:00

    Life, flowers even we ourselves are all lopsided. Perfection is a dream not reality. How much you have put in you poem to love Jae. It may not be perfection but it is still beautiful

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    1. Jae Rose10 June 2015 at 05:37

      Thank you very much Old Egg...if everything were perfect in life we wouldn't have much to get up for...well..the sheer bliss but until that time...lopsided will do for now ;)

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  4. Sumana Roy10 June 2015 at 05:01

    "I draw in magnolia / Breathe out freesias"...that's the best way to live i think...

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  5. annell410 June 2015 at 05:05

    This is for sure a wonderful piece! I love it every word! Like a field of wild flowers, one wishes to keep everyone!

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    1. Jae Rose10 June 2015 at 05:38

      Thank you very much Annell i hope you collected a little bouquet as you went...we would like you to have them xo

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  6. alan170410 June 2015 at 05:12

    It is relentless and merciless, and all we can do is swim in the stream, nicely done.

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    1. Jae Rose10 June 2015 at 05:39

      Two apt adjectives thank you Alan...on we must plod indeed - thank you

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  7. Gillena Cox10 June 2015 at 06:34

    LOL i luv the personality of Alice the philosopher

    "Not today Alice
    She sighs
    Well, everything good takes times to grow"

    Have a nice Wednesday; i'm happy you dropped in to read mine

    much love

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  8. Jae Rose10 June 2015 at 06:41

    Thanks Gillena - sometimes she knows a thing or two ;)

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  9. Vandana Sharma10 June 2015 at 06:48

    really time moves on and its us who have to keep a pace with it

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  10. Rosemary Nissen-Wade10 June 2015 at 07:08

    I love the mood and the images.

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  11. Unknown10 June 2015 at 07:47

    Aaaa-chooo! Sorry, an awful lot of pollen in your poem! As one who lives a lopsided life, there was a lot in this which resonated with me. A lovely piece as ever JR.
    Rosey Pinkerton's blog

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    1. Jae Rose10 June 2015 at 08:46

      Bless you Rosey - we have plenty of tissues...we are glad you enjoyed..thank you

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  12. Susan10 June 2015 at 07:48

    Delightful! The flowers lift my spirits so that I too, like Alice, "try and straighten them up / Like erecting toy soldiers all in a row." We are good at flowers, inhaling and exhaling, knowing that we too are rooted and cut and caught in time. Let them carry battle scars but still fill us with their scents and courage to face the Light!

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    1. Jae Rose10 June 2015 at 08:48

      Thank you Susan - flowers are that fine mix of fragile but steady...glad you left delighted :)

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  13. Sheilagh Lee10 June 2015 at 08:02

    sometimes you just have to stop and smell the flowers

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  14. Ann (bunnygirl)10 June 2015 at 08:27

    The flower imagery is so lovely here. How true that we won't find what we need underground.

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    1. Jae Rose10 June 2015 at 08:50

      Thank you Ann - sometimes we have to be brave and venture upwards I suppose although it's nice to have a quiet place to retreat to when needed..

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  15. humbird10 June 2015 at 08:55

    Love the idea of 'See how the letters change
    When the sun shines the paper' ~ wow, now we can write whatever supports us...what are we waiting for?..... :)x

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    1. Jae Rose11 June 2015 at 02:48

      The possibilities are there which is always good to know..thank you kindly humbird :)

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  16. Sherry Blue Sky10 June 2015 at 10:14

    Beautiful and brilliant, Jae Rose. And from "I breathe in magnolia" to the closing, the tempo picked up and you simply outdid yourself.

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    1. Jae Rose11 June 2015 at 02:48

      Thank you very much Sherry - a little foxtrot maybe ;)

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  17. Myrna R.10 June 2015 at 12:04

    As always, an intriguing, beautiful snipet of your story with Alice. Time does not wait for us to grow. I've learned this so well. Thank you for your wonderful writing Jae.

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    1. Jae Rose11 June 2015 at 02:49

      And thank you for your wonderful comment Myrna..

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  18. Peter Coddle10 June 2015 at 13:50

    Love this. Reminds me of my mother.

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  19. Purba chakraborty10 June 2015 at 14:11

    Loved the ending " Time waits upstairs
    Quick sticks
    Up we go
    It waits for no one
    You know." So poignantly depicted :)

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  20. Unknown10 June 2015 at 14:13

    I love the fragrance that blows in and about your your poem today. the window is open to air out winter - glorious.
    I love this cheerful chiding today with Alice

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    1. Jae Rose11 June 2015 at 02:51

      Thank you Moonie - I am glad it was a cheerier outing (a refreshing change perhaps) And airing out winter - is a lovely way of putting it

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  21. Eileen T O'Neill .....10 June 2015 at 15:12

    Jae Rose,

    Time makes its own way in our lives..Developing and growing..The flowers blooming at their own pace. Alice seems to already know something about this; she gives very good advice:) Time waits for no-one...

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    1. Jae Rose11 June 2015 at 02:52

      Thank you Eileen - she has her moments of wisdom and sound advice.. ;)

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  22. Alice Audrey10 June 2015 at 16:09

    Interesting that you focus on flowers this week. My mother brought over two buckets full of irises over the weekend. By accident I discovered that the blossoms can stain. Now I'm playing with them as a craft project.

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    1. Jae Rose11 June 2015 at 02:54

      It was a bunch of flowers that spurred this one on too...Irises can be toxic to cats as well..i was thinking of maybe drying my freesias out and hanging them upside down as they smell quite delicious...i am glad we crossed flower paths..thank you very much (other) Alice

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    2. Jae Rose11 June 2015 at 02:58

      PS - added a pic!

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    3. Alice Audrey11 June 2015 at 08:07

      They're cute.

      I like the smell of freesia much better than iris. When my mother first brought them in I thought the cats had pissed somewhere in the house. I take a certain glee in crushing them.

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    4. Jae Rose11 June 2015 at 08:58

      Tsk....crushing things is sometimes good for the soul...thanks Alice ;)

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  23. kaykuala11 June 2015 at 00:14

    Well, everything good takes times to grow

    The sun comes but no guarantee it'll bless its goodness immediately. Yes, one has to be fair, it takes time! Great lines Jae!

    Hank

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  24. J Cosmo Newbery11 June 2015 at 03:19

    Love the child-like universe you have created here.

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    1. Jae Rose11 June 2015 at 04:33

      Thank you J Cosmo..sometimes it's good to act your shoe size not your age (using the UK measuring system not continental and all)

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  25. rallentanda11 June 2015 at 03:31

    This is lovely. ..like an English summer ( when you get a good one:)
    Breathing in magnolias exhaling freesias is a nice touch....
    Love the ending...quick sticks..time waiting upstairs...waiting for no one
    reminds me of an English nursery rhyme...Enjoyed !

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    1. Jae Rose11 June 2015 at 04:34

      Thank you very much Rallentanda - glad we served up a slice of English life - oppressive thundery summers and cake..what could be better ;)

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  26. Helen A. Howell11 June 2015 at 15:23

    I really liked this and the last stanza "Time waits upstairs
    Quick sticks
    Up we go
    It waits for no one
    You know."

    Time waits for no man as the saying goes ^_^

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    1. Jae Rose12 June 2015 at 00:54

      Or pesky little girl! Thank you kindly Helen :)

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  27. Gen Giggles 12 June 2015 at 04:25

    Inpatients of a child and a mean old man with an hour glass.

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    1. Jae Rose12 June 2015 at 04:41

      Exactly so (says Alice!) - thank you GL!

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  28. C.C.12 June 2015 at 11:24

    Love the comparison of flowers to toy soldiers.

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  29. Intelliblog15 June 2015 at 23:38

    A lovely mix of images and words, like an intricate, pastel-coloured pattern of wallpaper in a nursery. And yet, time passes, the sands fall through the hour glass and somewhere in the pattern there is death concealed... I enjoyed this one and re-read it twice!

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